[Pete Rock] Uhh.. [scratches]

[Big Daddy Kane] "Let's see what's next on the menu!"

[Pete Rock] One two.. ahh.. ahh yeah.. [scratches]

[Big Daddy Kane] "Let's see what's next on the menu!"

[Pete Rock] Yeah.. [scratches]

[Big Daddy Kane] "Let's see what's next on the menu!"



[Pete Rock keeps scratching the sample until C.L. raps verse one]



[Pete Rock]

Uhh.. uh-huh..

Pete Rock.. uh-huh..

One two..

Say what, say what?

Say what, say what?

Say what, say what?



[C.L. Smooth]

The chef in one breath laid a dance of death

on a grill pursuin and barbecuin and groovin in skill

(WHOO!) Holla when I snatch em by the collar

See em starvin like Somalia

while you trickin stickin chicks up in the booty parlor

(Whoah) A lot of funk to make you say, "Aow, C.L. how?"

Cause all I know is listen, can I get mines now? (Say what?)

In my verse brain cells burst so beep the nurse

for the knowledge cause the worst niggaz talk garbage

A mean machine, to light it like kerosene

My cuisine is how David killed the freakin Philistines (uh-huh..)

Begin to sin, with the devilish grin

so me and my kin, can win and break bread when the record spin

(Yeah..) My love is real Ock, a lyrical buildin block

with incredible settable pure funk of Pete Rock (woo-WHOO!)

Forget the soup of the day, cause niggaz are gassin

Well styles I broke smooth lotion down the ashy as hell

Got a rhyme so chunky it's amazin G

I make you think the Fat Boys are back on crazy (YEAH)

Major Mecca's in Asia when I date her

Some old flavor by the sun moon and stars and over the equator

Universally thirstin me to show no mercy

to madmen, the Devil wanna send (YEAH)

Word to life money ain't a rapper livin I can't run though so

(.. "Let's see what's next on the menu!")



[Pete Rock keeps scratching the sample until C.L. raps again]



[Pete Rock]

So?  What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

So.. what's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

Hah..



[C.L. Smooth]

I'm buckwild, I'm wise for my size so realize

my lyrical fries today's tough guys, nigga

So box and throw rocks, fish or cut bait

Even if I was a lightweight, I still fight great (UHH)

I double em up and shuffle em down, combinate, stick n move around

til you work me up an appetite to fight

Like a nick in the paint, think it is when it ain't

With no more restraint I make a frail opponent faint (OH!)

You need to get your ears glued to soul food

that makes you boogie til your nude and you never get rescued

(OW!) Now waiter take an order simply nothin shorter

than the lamb to the slaughter recorder I'm flowin like water

(YES..) Since you're popular, I see nothin stoppin ya

from generatin lucci livin larger than Gucci, HELLO

It's Mecca's hour when the man is in power

to roast there (what?) I cook a medium rare, so toast

Perignon Poppa, my rugged styles vary; shit,

I want a salary Mariah couldn't Carey DIG IT

I sport a blue face Rolex for thirty grand (yeah..)

Now take your family to go see "Who's the Man?"

I wear colognes that excite your hormones

and Versace the wifey bought, now who woulda ever thought?

Word to life, ain't a rapper livin I can't run though so

(.. "Let's see what's next on the menu!")



[Pete Rock keeps scratching until his rap verse]



[Pete Rock]

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu..

Uhh!  Yeah.. c'mon

What's next on the menu?

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

Ahhh..



Here I come on the rise

The Godfather of the Funk I make it happen (what?)

I'm next on the menu, "Who's the Man" rappin? (uhh)

The hardcore for the dancefloor, no need for an intro (say what?)

You know who's the one, the man that gets the job done (yeah)

It's rare, the sound that you hear is so original

You can't copy it down, so let it be subliminal (AOWW)

You can't rock like the Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth (aw yeah)

Together forever, like G. Rap says, "YOU LOSE!"

So pull up a chair and relax and let the music flow

And leave you on that note cause I'm read' to go (yeah..)

You gonna have a hard time tryin to run through me so

(.. "Let's see what's next on the menu!")



Uhh.. what's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

Ahh, c'mon..

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

What's on the menu?

Yeah..



Special shoutout, to my man Lord Finesse

He's in the house y'all

Can't forget my man, O.G., he's in the house y'all

Can't forget my man C.L. Smooth

He's in the house

Grap Lover, I-N-I

Everybody up in the Vernon, peace

Yeah, funk

Yeah, funk

Ahh

Can't forget the Uptown crew

Can't forget the Bronx crew

Can't forget the Brooklyn crew

Can't forget the Queens crew

Yeah, AOWW!

Can't forget the Yonkers crew

Can't forget Now Rule crew

The whole Westchester, White Plains

got to get props

Yeah.. the beat don't stop

And we out like this..

SEE-YAH!!!!!!